I ran. I ran, with tears spilling down my cheeks and an aching in my heart that I felt like I'd die from. I'd never felt pain like this before, but I just kept fucking running, not sure where I was going until I got there. I stopped and breathed a small sigh of ironic relief and knocked on the door.
He answered, his face indistinguishable.
"Frank?"
"Hey. Is your Mom home?" I asked breathlessly. Cameron narrowed his eyes, clearly confused.
"Um. No. Why?" he asked. Gave him an answer in the form of me pushing him against the door, kissing him roughly. He moaned and wrapped his arms around me, his hand tangling in my hair. Encouraged, I pushed him further into his house, closing the door with my foot. I moved to his neck, attacking him with bites and kisses that I knew were too rough.
"Where...did...this...come from?" he panted, rolling his hips into my thigh.
"Fuck me." I breathed. Yeah, that's what I needed. I needed to be fucked so hard I forgot his name and my name and everything. I needed to be fucked until I couldn't walk or think, and I didn't feel like my heart was bleeding. Cameron stilled.
"What?"
"You heard me. Fuck me." I said, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
"I don't know how. I thought you-"
"No. I need it. Fuck, Cam, just fuck me." I moaned, grabbing his dick, only covered by his thin boxers. I could feel the pure, raw heat emitting from it, and felt it twitch lightly in my hand. His breathing was short and heavy as he kissed me again.
"Should we go upstairs?" he breathed. No. That was too far away.
"No. Fuck me right here, against the wall." I moaned, unzipping my own jeans and sliding them off my legs. He pushed me backwards, his mouth claiming mine as he hand slid down into my boxers, pumping me experimentally. I moaned and jerked up into his hand.
"This isn't about him, is it?"
"No." I lied. He pressed warm kisses to my neck and I growled. It wasn't enough. I needed him to tear off all of the stains Gerard had left on my skin.
"Fuck, Cam, more. Harder. Please." I panted. He bit down on my neck and I almost screamed, feeling his teeth break the skin. Fuck. That's it. Good boy.
I was impatient. I tore his boxers down and he moaned.
"Finger me." I snarled. He pressed his lips to mine as his hand slid down my back, his finger pressing lightly against my entrance.
"Won't it hurt?"
"I want it to."
"Fuck, okay." He panted, sliding a finger into me. I gasped and bucked my hips down onto him. The way I was feeling, I didn't want any prepping at all, but I figured it'd ruin the mood if I started bleeding on him. I felt him enter the second finger and moaned, my head hitting the wall.
"Bite me again. Everywhere." I panted, stroking my dick as he did what I said. His teeth bit down on my soft skin again and again, sometimes breaking the skin, sometimes just grazing me. Still, I knew Gerard would know as soon as he saw me. I moaned at the thought. Wow. I'm fucked up.
"That's enough. Fuck me, Cam, please." I whimpered.
"Are you sure? You're still sort of ti-"
"Yes. I need your cock inside me, please. Fuck, baby, please." I whined, stroking myself faster, harder. I squeezed until it hurt and cried out in pleasure. Cameron nodded and swallowed nervously. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist, my breathing harsh and jagged. The movement was sort of awkward, and he kept missing and pushing into my leg, but when he got it, he got it.
